Karen and I sat together at lunch nearly every day during college, having spirited discussions about this, that and the other thing. We called them discussions. Our friends called them arguments. It’s rare, finding someone who enjoys arguing. I mean discussing.
We were friends and polar opposites. Our discourse was always civil. We listened to each, reasoned responses, and never spoke over each other.
Then we had sex.
It was over. Our attitudes towards each other changed. You can’t have a sparring partner you care about. The fire went out of our relationship. We worked as neither adversaries nor lovers.